Motorpsycho Nightmare
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,
I had gone a long, long way.
I said, hey, hey, in there,
Is there anybody home?
I was standin on the steps
Feelin most alone.
Well, out comes a farmer,
He must have thought that I was nuts.
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts.
I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, I dig farmers,
Dont shoot me, please!
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
Youre that travelin salesman
That I have heard about.
I said, no! no! no!
Im a doctor and its true,
Im a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too.
Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was rita.
She looked like she stepped out of
La dolce vita.
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad,
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had.
He said, what do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?
I said, I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well.
Well, by the dirt neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldnt lie.
I guess youre tired,
He said, kinda sly.
I said, yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove.
He said, I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove.
Just one condition
And you go to sleep right now,
That you dont touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow.
I was sleepin like a rat
When I heard something jerkin.
There stood rita
Lookin just like tony perkins.
She said, would you like to take a shower?
Ill show you up to the door.
I said, oh, no! no!
Ive been through this before.
I knew I had to split
But I didnt know how,
When she said,
Would you like to take that shower, now?
Well, I couldnt leave
Unless the old man chased me out,
cause Id already promised
That Id milk his cows.
I had to say something
To strike him very weird,
So I yelled out,
I like fidel castro and his beard.
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin, whats that I heard you say?
I said, I like fidel castro,
I think you heard me right,
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might.
Rita mumbled something
bout her mother on the hill,
As his fist hit the icebox,
He said hes going to kill me
If I dont get out the door
In two seconds flat,
You unpatriotic, rotten doctor commie rat.
Well, he threw a readers digest
At my head and I did run,
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour,
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers.
Rita said, come back!
As he started to load
The sun was comin up
And I was runnin down the road.
Well, I dont figure Ill be back
There for a spell,
Even though rita moved away
And got a job in a motel.
He still waits for me,
Constant, on the sly.
He wants to turn me in
To the f.b.i.
Me, I romp and stomp,
Thankful as I romp,
Without freedom of speech,
I might be in the swamp.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Rita
Roy orbison/ray rush/joe melson
Rita, darling rita, youre my treasure
Sweeter than the sweetest wine to me
You dont know just how much you give me pleasure
I measure eternally
Rita, rita, I love you
Rita, rita, I want you
Rita, rita, rita I love only you
Rita, rita, its you
Rita, darling rita, dont deceive me
My love for you has never been so strong
Rita, darling rita, please believe me
Dont leave me alone
Rita, rita, I need you
Rita, rita, I want you
Rita, rita, rita I love only you
Rita, rita, its you
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Rita May
by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy
Rita May, Rita May,
You got your body in the way.
You're so damn nonchalant
But it's your mind that I want.
You got me huffin' and a-puffin',
Next to you I feel like nothin',
Rita May.
Rita May, Rita May,
How'd you ever get that way?
When do you ever see the light?
Don't you ever feel a fright?
You got me burnin' and I'm turnin'
But I know I must be learnin',
Rita May.
All my friends have told me
If I hang around with you
That I'll go blind
But I know that when you hold me
That there really must be somethin'
On your mind.
Rita May, Rita May,
Laying in a stack of hay,
Do you remember where you been?
What's that crazy place you're in?
I'm gonna have to go to college
'Cause you are the book of knowledge,
Rita May.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Lovely Rita
Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Lovely rita meter maid.
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark i tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When i caught a glimpse of rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely rita meter maid,
May i inquire discreetly,
When are you free,
To take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her i would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and rita paid it,
Took her home i nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely rita meter maid,
Where would i be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.
song performed by by Beatles
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Happy Rita and Pleasant Bob
Rita with her happy smile,
wears stylish jewelry with lots of style.
Born in the windy city of Chicago in 1933,
Her father was a tenor in the Metropolitan Opera Company.
Rita received her teaching degree,
in Texas while her husband Bob was in the military.
Rita was also three years at the College of NYC,
she then had two children so she taught briefly.
Her graduation gown was her first maternity dress,
Her daughter gave them one grandchild they dearly cherish.
Long Island is where Rita and Bob where most of their married life,
They now live in Florida with the pelicans and sunshine.
Bob and Rita make their morning stop,
In Barnes and Noble café where they read and talk,
Talk to friends while lending a listening ear,
Rita is genuine, sweet and sincere.
So say hi, to the Rita and Bob when you are here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 6,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Stylish Rita And Pleasant Bob
Rita with her happy smile,
wears stylish jewelry with lots of style.
Born in the windy city of Chicago in 1933,
Her father was a tenor in the Metropolitan Opera Company.
Rita received her teaching degree,
in Texas while her husband Bob was in the military.
Rita was also three years at the College of NYC,
she then had two children so she taught briefly.
Her graduation gown was her first maternity dress,
Her daughter gave them one grandchild they dearly cherish.
Long Island is where Rita and Bob where most of their married life,
They now live in Florida with the pelicans and sunshine.
Bob and Rita make their morning stop,
In Barnes and Noble café where they read and talk,
Talk to friends while lending a listening ear,
Rita is genuine, sweet and sincere.
So say hi, to the Rita and Bob when you are here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 6,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Rita Rose
I suppose Rita Rose
Now that you found someone new
I don’t mean anything to you
I suppose Rita Rose
That since I left to fight a war
You don’t need me anymore
I suppose Rita Rose
Now that I’m back again
You want me to forget when
It was me that you chose
Just who are you trying to expose
I suppose Rita Rose
Everybody knows
I ran out on you
I suppose Rita Rose
You’ve already chose
A good alibi too
I suppose Rita Rose
It’s all spelled out in prose
What I’m supposed to do
Well I got news for you
I got feeling too
I’ll just turn around
Both feet on the ground
And walk away from you
poem by Alfred Ramos
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Rita Mae
By eric clapton
Rita mae, rita mae, come and visit me today.
Rita mae, rita mae, come and visit me today.
Ill do anything you want, give you anything you say.
I saw you out walking with your other man today.
I saw you out walking with your other man today.
If I catch you one more time, Im gonna blow you both away.
Rita mae, rita mae, Ill see you one more time today.
Rita mae, rita mae, Ill see you one more time today.
When Ive finished what Ive done, gonna come and drive you away.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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South Of The Border
Tom johnston
Theres a town south of the border
South of el paso they say
Where the nights are long and the winds are warm
And the women they love to play
In an old adobe tavern
Mescal flows like water
And rita will dance on your table so fine
You are bound to place your order
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding down the highway south of the border
As I ride into town and the dust settles down
And the mariachi music is playing
I buy me a room from a guy named luis
Its just up the stairs and its waiting
Downstairs rita is dancing
Just the way her mother has taught her
So I settle down for the show and a beer
And wait for that mothers daughter
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding
When the morning comes and I wake up
To the sounds of the people below
Theres a note on my bed that is easily read
Buenos dias and a kiss when you go
As I ride out of town with my face to the sun
And the dust is trailing behind
Soon Ill go back to this sleepy old town
Back where I know I can find
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding down the highway south of the border
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Milkcow Blues Boogie
(words & music by k. arnold)
Well, I woke up this morning,
And I looked out the door.
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed.
Hold it fellows, that dont move me.
Lets get real, real gone for a change.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that that old milk cow
I can tell the way she lowed.
Well, if youve seen my milk cow,
Please ride her on home.
I aint had no milk or butter
Since that cows been gone.
Well, I tried to treat you right,
Day by day.
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray.
For youre gonna need,
Youre gonna need your loving daddys help someday.
Well, then youre gonna be sorry
For treating me this way.
Well, believe me, dont that sun look good going down?
Well, believe me, dont that sun look good going down?
Well, dont that old moon look lonesome
When your babys not around.
Well, I tried everything to get along with you.
Im gonna tell you what Im going do.
Im gonna quit my crying, Im gonna leave you alone.
If you dont believe Im leaving, you can count the days im
Gone.
Im gonna leave.
Youre gonna need your loving daddys help someday.
Well, youre gonna be sorry
You treated me this way.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Dont Ya Tell Henry
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
I went down to the river on a saturday morn,
A-lookin around just to see whos born.
I found a little chicken down on his knees,
I went up and yelled to him,
Please, please, please!
He said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
I went down to the corner at a-half past ten,
Is lookin around, I wouldnt say when.
I looked down low, I looked above,
And who did I see but the one I love.
She said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve,
A-lookin around just to see myself.
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few.
They said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night,
A-lookin around, it was outa sight.
I looked high and low for that big ol tree,
I did go upstairs but I didnt see nobody but me.
I said, dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Dont ya tell henry,
Apples got your fly.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Stay With Me
(ron wood/ rod stewart)
In the morning
Dont say you love me
Cause Ill only kick you out of the door
I know your name is rita
Cause your perfum smelling sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor
Guitar
Wont need to much pursuading
I dont mean to sound degrading
But with a face like that
You got nothing to laugh about
Red lips hair and fingernails
I hear your a mean old jezabel
Lets go up stairs and read my tarot cards
Stay with me
Stay with me
For tonight you better stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
For tonight you better stay with me
So in the morning
Please dont say you love me
Cause you know Ill only kick you out the door
Yea Ill pay your cab fare home
You can even use my best colonge
Just dont be here in the morning when I wake up
Stay with me
Stay with me
Cause tonight you better stay with me
Sit down, get up, get down
Stay with me
Stay with me
Cause tonight your going stay with me
Hey, whats your name again
Oh no, get down, wooo
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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RITA'S Wrath
The year 2005 was hard as Rita came pelting my home.
Striking volatile and destructive,
Including dangers after she was long gone.
Rita screamed like banshees of the evil to come.
Rita downed great Oaks for spiders to encroach.
Brown Recluses attacked eight times unknown,
Testing my faith. two days later,
Close to amputations or death.
I owe my life to GOD,
Letting the sisters saving me from death.
My faith is strong;
Knowing Luke's story of GOD'S healing grace.
Rita took my Oaks, as GOD tested my faith.
My prayers were answered as GOD gave me grace.
GOD left me here for a job not yet complete.
My things were taken; yet, I was fortified in faith.
What was taken will be give back
For those who keep GOD'S faith...
poem by Howard Kern
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Rita Ballou
(Clarke)
She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle.
How she made those trophy buckles shine, shine, shine.
Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard
into thinking that he got her this time.
Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
She's a rawhide roping velvet mixture, walking, talking Texas texture,
high-timing, barroom fixture kind of a girl.
She's a queen of the cowboys, look at old Willard grinning now, boys,
you'd have thought there's less fools in this world.
Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
Good luck Willard, and here's to ya, and here's to Rita, I hope she'll do ya right all night.
But I wish I was a fool in your shoes.
Hill country, honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou, every beer joint in town has played a fool for you.
Back sliding, barrel riding Rita Ballou, ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
Lord, I wish I was in Texas, I would ride a bull for you.
song performed by by John Denver
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Like Rita
She looks like Rita my classmate when,
I first saw her;
And i was very surprise to know that,
She is also called Rita!
Oh, what a wolrd! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Deadlock Holiday
I was walkin down the street
Concentratin on truckin right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I dont like cricket oh no
I love it
I dont like cricket no no
I love it
Dont you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words
cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill give you one dollar
I said you got to be jokin man,
It was a present from me mother
He said I like it, I want it,
Ill take it off your hands
And youll be sorry you crossed me
Youd better understand that youre alone,
A long way from home!
I say
I dont like reggae no no
I love it
I dont like reggae
I love it
Dont you cramp me style
Dont you queer me pitch
Dont you walk through my words
cause you aint heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin pina calarda
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said Ive got it, you want it,
My harvest is the best
And if you try it, youll like it
And whollow in a dreadlock holiday
And I say
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Dont you walk through her words
Got to show some respect
Dont you walk through her words
cause you aint heard her out yet
I dont like cricket
I love it dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae
I love it dreadlock holiday
Dont like jamaica
I love it dreadlock holiday
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Dreadlock Holiday
I was walkin down the street
Concentratin on truckin right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I dont like cricket oh no
I love it
I dont like cricket oh no
I love it
Dont you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk thru my words
'cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill give you one dollar
I said youve got to be jokin man
It was a present from me mother
He said I like it I want it
Ill take it off your hands
And youll be sorry you crossed me
Youd better understand that youre alone
A long way from home
And I say
I dont like reggae no no
I love it
I dont like reggae oh no
I love it
Dont you cramp me style
Dont you queer on me pitch
Dont you walk thru my words
'cause you aint heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin pina coladas
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said Ive got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it youll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday
And I say
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Dont you walk thru her words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk thru her words
'cause you aint heard her out yet
I dont like cricket
I love it (dreadlock holiday)
I dont like reggae
I love it (dreadlock holiday)
Dont like jamaica
I love her (dreadlock holiday)
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Fancy
(bobbie gentry)
I remember it all very well lookin back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of new orleans
We didnt have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin dress
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin
Dancin dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin back from the lookin glass
There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood
She said heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears wellin up in her troubled eyes
When she started to speak
She looked at a pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said your pas run off and Im real sick
And the babys gonna starve to death
She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
To thine own self be true
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The tow of my high heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin
Askin mama what do I do
She said just be nice to the gentlemen fancy
And theyll be nice to you
She said heres your chance fancy dont let me down
Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Lord forgive me for what I do, but if you want out
Well its up to you
Now dont let me down you better start movin uptown
Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I aint been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasnt very long til I knew exactly
What my mamas been talkin about
I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
That is gonna be a lady someday
Though I dont know when or how
I couldnt see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame you know
I might have been born just plain white trash
But fancy was my name
Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
It wasnt very long after a benevolent man
Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin his tea
In a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
Then I got me a georgia mansion
In an elegant new york townhouse flat
And I aint done bad
Now in this world theres a lot of self-righteous hippocrits
That would call me bad
And criticize mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I aint had to worry bout nothin
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mamas voice ringin in my ear
She said, heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out well its up to you
Now dont let me down
Your mamas gonna help you uptown
I guess she did
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Ruben Remus
(by j.r. robertson and r. manuel)
Wrote a letter this mornin,
Put it in your hat,
cause no one to read it
And I know you knew that.
I bought a joke, a trick or two,
Just to bring and show you,
Caught ya with the trickster too.
Sometimes I wonder how ya knew
A hypnotist, fancytalker,
Ruben remus aint no doctor
I knew the man and tried to remember
Just where it was that Id seen his face.
Long ago, in a movie show,
He was like that man singin bass.
Knew him by his nursry rhyme:
The story of the rabbit man.
Fell right in and said to him:
Id like to help you if I can.
I know the film would only shock ya,
Ruben remus aint no doctor!
He only needed what you had,
Asked for nothing more,
Said hed like to take you on,
But its been done before.
You couldnt see hes a travelin man
And he cannot take your hand.
Its very hard to understand
Why his songs were never banned.
Guess the man would never knock ya,
Ruben remus aint no doctor!
No one seen ya since hes been gone,
Its been a day, maybe more.
I took a walk in your yard
And knocked on your back door.
Why dont you let me in?
Im not the man who did ya in.
Is mr. remus still your friend?
You say you dont remember him.
Turn me down, would ya?
Well, Ive got news for you.
Turn me down would ya,
Cant ya tell
Im gonna change your mind before im... trough...
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dont Lose My Number
They came at night leaving fear behind
Shadows were on the ground
Nobody knew where to find him
No evidence was found
Im never coming back
They heard him cry
And I believe him
Well he never meant to do anything wrong
Its gonna get worse if he waits too long
Billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you
Oh now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh no
Searching through the day and into the night
They wouldnt stop till they found him
They didnt know him and they didnt understand
They never asked him why
Get out of my way
They heard him shout
Then a blinding light
Ooh all I could see was him running down the street
Out of the shadows and into the night
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
Dont give up
Keep running, keep hiding
Dont give up
Billy, if you know youre right
Dont give up
You know that I am on your side
Dont give up
Oh billy, you better, you better, you better run for your life
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
They came at night leaving fear behind
Shadows were on the ground
Nobody knew where to find him
No evidence was found
Im never coming back
They heard him cry
And I believe him
He never meant to do anything wrong
Its gonna get worse if he waits too long
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Dont Lose My Number
They came at night leaving fear behind
Shadows were on the ground
Nobody knew where to find him
No evidence was found
Im never coming back
They heard him cry
And I believe him
Well he never meant to do anything wrong
Its gonna get worse if he waits too long
Billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you
Oh now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh no
Searching through the day and into the night
They wouldnt stop till they found him
They didnt know him and they didnt understand
They never asked him why
Get out of my way
They heard him shout
Then a blinding light
Ooh all I could see was him running down the street
Out of the shadows and into the night
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
Dont give up
Keep running, keep hiding
Dont give up
Billy, if you know youre right
Dont give up
You know that I am on your side
Dont give up
Oh billy, you better, you better, you better run for your life
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
They came at night leaving fear behind
Shadows were on the ground
Nobody knew where to find him
No evidence was found
Im never coming back
They heard him cry
And I believe him
He never meant to do anything wrong
Its gonna get worse if he waits too long
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere
That I can find you, oh
Now billy, billy dont you lose my number
Cos youre not anywhere that I can find you, oh
song performed by by Phil Collins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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